on monday, the dog ran, tearing up the green grass.
my father yelled at her, but she paid him no mind.
her brown eyes, happy, wide, and shiny, blinked into the setting sun.
on sunday, sickness had spread to every part of her body.
as my tears spilled on her golden fur, she closed her eyes for the last time.
oh, what a difference a week makes.
on friday, the boy hobbled out to meet me at the door.
i asked him where his sister was
and what was wrong with his leg.
he responded "i dunno" to both.
on wednesday, the scans found that cancer was eating his bones from the inside out.
nine years old and slowly dying.
oh, what a difference a week makes.
on monday, my girlfriend and i chatted.
i was in ikea and we joked about how we would furnish our home when we lived together in the future.
all the while i was planning how to best tell her i was in love with her.
on friday, she texted me in the early hours to tell me that she didn't have feelings for me anymore.
oh, what a difference a week makes.
